“Yes, they are both doing well,” Madam Tang interjected.
“I haven’t been back for several years. I heard you had a very beautiful child, and I want to see him. Since Sister-in-law is so beautiful, her child must be even more beautiful.” Her tone carried a hint of melancholy.
But he was wrong! It was not fabricated by the ancients, but because he had never been fortunate enough to meet a true classical beauty—oh no, because she was so rare that it would be more appropriate to define her as a fairy. Now he saw her, and with a heart almost leaping out of his throat, he was 100% certain that he had fallen in love!
In the past, he would have scoffed at the plot in novels where playboys were tamed by pure young girls, because he himself had been wandering among flowers until the age of thirty-five, steadfastly keeping his heart, never allowing any peerless beauty to take it away. How could he possibly be defeated by a pure, tender little sprout!?
But now he was willing to offer his heart to this classical beauty, obediently surrendering, becoming her loyal subject from now on.
He must have her! She was definitely a fairy sent by God to subdue and redeem him. (Does God’s jurisdiction cover fairies?) Only he was worthy of her, and her beauty was born for him.
He, Zeng Shaoyu, the heir of “Haonan Electronics”, a billionaire prince and playboy, had decided to get married! That fairy would definitely be his wife in this lifetime, and he was determined to achieve this goal.
On the other side, Du Feifan, chewing gum and blowing bubbles, felt increasingly that something was wrong. She wasn’t surprised that everyone’s gaze would occasionally steal glances her way, because looking at a beautiful woman was pleasing, but there was a gaze so scorching that it could start a fire in this small venue. Which damn lecher had drooled enough to fill the Pacific Ocean?
